Chapter 366

The coffin lid, also called the coffin sky—trying to pry it open is actually a seriously strenuous task.

For a coffin belonging to a wealthy person like this, they use wood that doesn't rot easily, and the thickness of the coffin boards is also seriously beyond the ordinary.

Furthermore, the coffin itself is coated with anti-rot lacquer, and on top of that, this coffin before them also has the protection of an outer casket.

So the entire coffin looks like it hasn't rotted at all; it's seriously quite sturdy.

And a coffin buried like this generally has seven coffin nails.

Coffin nails are called "suppression nails," also known as "descendant nails," and these nails are seriously not short.

Most importantly, the carpenter who made this kind of coffin had extremely exquisite skills; the entire coffin lid and the coffin itself fit together extremely tightly.

So Wang An, holding the crowbar, had a feeling of not knowing where to start.

Lin Dajiang watched Wang An circling with the crowbar and suddenly advised:

"Little An, how about we don't open this thing? Anyway, there usually isn't anything good in a coffin."

Wang Dashu replied, "The coffin cover is already opened, so what's one more coffin lid? Besides, how do you know there usually isn't anything good in a coffin?"

Lin Dajiang knew he had let something slip, but he still explained:

"I just heard it from someone."

Wang Dashu rolled his eyes at Lin Dajiang and then said with a chuckle:

"Before you got married, I could tell you weren't a good egg, and you're still putting on an act for me."

Lin Dajiang gave a sheepish smile but said nothing.

Wang An ignored their conversation and said to Wang Li:

"Fifth, hand me the square pickaxe."

At this moment, Wang Dazhu couldn't hold back anymore upon hearing this and hurriedly said to Wang An:

"What? You still want to split open someone's coffin?"

Wang An said with a chuckle, "Mm, yeah. My great-uncle is right; the grave is already dug, so what's one more coffin?"

Hearing his son say this, Wang Dazhu seemed to want to say something, but he only moved his lips and said nothing.

In fact, the reason Wang An wanted to split the coffin open wasn't out of greed for the wealth inside, but because Wang An discovered that this coffin wasn't right.

That is, it was too wide!

In the Northeast, a normal coffin is about 60 to 70 centimeters wide; even if the wood used is very thick, it shouldn't exceed 90 centimeters.

But this coffin before them was at least one meter thirty or forty.

So at this moment, Wang An highly suspected that there wasn't just one person lying inside this coffin!

You have to know that in ancient society, there was an extremely cruel form of burial—human sacrifice.

That is, living people accompanying the dead to their deaths!

Although Wang An isn't exactly a saint, hearing about such things would make anyone's blood boil with rage, wishing to slaughter their entire family.

Wang An actually held the Ming Dynasty in high regard.

"No marriage alliances, no indemnities, no ceding of territory, no tribute; the Emperor guards the national gate, the monarch dies for the state."

You have to know that this phrase isn't just a slogan.

Every Ming Emperor lived up to this; even the last emperor, Chongzhen, never surrendered.

One word: "Fight." Fight to the death. If you can't win, then screw it; suicide is better than surrender.

Wang An clearly remembered that by the late Ming Dynasty, the human sacrifice system had already been abolished, so why was this coffin so wide?

At the same time, Wang An also knew that during the Qing Dynasty, human sacrifice had damn well made a comeback.

So Wang An just wanted to get to the bottom of it!

Wang An took the square pickaxe from Wang Li and swung it down onto the coffin lid. Actually, what many people don't know is that when it comes to splitting wood, a pickaxe is often more useful than a broad axe.

Because the blade of a pickaxe is relatively narrow, all the force can be more concentrated.

With a loud "clunk," there wasn't a scratch on the coffin lid.

The pickaxe was already swung, so stopping was absolutely impossible.

So Wang An didn't care how sturdy the coffin lid was and just kept swinging the pickaxe down, one blow after another.

Seeing that his son was determined to split the coffin open, Wang Dazhu took a pointed pickaxe and started hacking at the coffin as well.

A rhythmic "clunk," "clunk," "clunk" sound echoed throughout the mountains.

It must be said that no matter how sturdy the wood is, it's no match for a square pickaxe.

It must also be said that in battle, brothers are the best, and on the field, father and son are the best team.

With the sound of wood splintering—a "crack"—the coffin lid was finally forced open by the father-son duo, Wang Dazhu and Wang An.

By this time, the father and son were already panting for breath.

At this point, Wang Dashu stepped forward, wanting to take the pointed pickaxe from Wang Dazhu's hand, but Wang Dazhu didn't let him.

Mu Xueli and Wang Li also suddenly stepped forward, saying almost simultaneously:

"Brother-in-law, you rest for a while, I'll do it."

"Fourth Brother, give it to me, I'll hack for a while."

Actually, it wasn't that others didn't want to help, but everyone was quite wary of splitting open a coffin.

Although Wang Dazhu was also wary, he couldn't just watch when it was his son's business!

Of course, Wang An also understood this quite well; after all, everyone has their own thoughts.

Most importantly, splitting open someone's coffin for no reason is truly a bit hard to justify.

So Wang An, like Wang Dazhu, unhesitatingly refused the two people's desire to help.

Wang An observed the opening in the coffin lid, threw the square pickaxe aside, grabbed the ice chisel, and jumped onto the coffin lid.

Aiming at the opening, Wang An drove the ice chisel down. With another "crack," the tip of the ice chisel sank more than halfway into the coffin lid.

He pressed down on the ice chisel horizontally, and the suppression nails at the edge of the coffin lid made that "creaking" sound of nails leaving wood.

Seeing this, Wang Dazhu inserted the horizontal blade of his square pickaxe into the opening they had hacked, and together with Wang An, they pried open half of the coffin lid.

Actually, what Wang An regretted at this moment was not bringing a chainsaw into the mountains; otherwise, the coffin could have been sawed open in just a few minutes.

Using the same method to pry the other side of the coffin lid, the entire lid was perfectly lifted off by the father-son duo.

After lifting the lid, Wang An's eyes widened in shock at the sight inside the coffin.

Immediately, Wang An narrowed his eyes and drove the ice chisel down into the skull in the middle.

Because what Wang An never expected was that there wasn't just one person lying inside, but damn it, three people.

When the skull shattered upon impact, the golden rat-tail braid next to it remained completely intact.

And on both sides of this golden rat-tail corpse were two slightly smaller white skeletons with long hair.

From the limbs of these two skeletons, it was clear that they had been tied up when they were placed into the coffin.

And there was nothing covering their eyes.

Seeing this, everyone was speechless at first, followed by faces full of rage.

Wang Dashu roared, "Damn your mother, this Qing dog bastard."

(End of chapter)